Chapter 8

The trucks arrived like clockwork, well before dawn, their tires barely making a sound on the cracked streets of Medellín. Inside each truck, crates of weapons stacked high, enough firepower to tip the balance in a war that was quickly escalating out of control.

Pablo Escobar watched as his men unloaded the supplies, their grins widening with every new crate that appeared. They didn't know where the weapons were coming from or who was providing them — just that they were exactly what they needed. No questions asked.

And that's how Vekom wanted it.

The weapons were delivered. The war was about to begin.

The streets of Medellín had already become battlegrounds. Clashes between Escobar's men and Colombian special forces, DEA agents, and rival cartels played out in the open. But with the newly supplied weapons, Escobar's men were no longer at a disadvantage. Vekom's guns—his high-end, precision equipment—tipped the scales.

Escobar's control over the city solidified. Any force that threatened him, any group that moved against him, was met with an overwhelming retaliation.

But Vekom remained a ghost. Behind every explosion, every firefight, his influence loomed like a shadow.

Meanwhile, the United States government issued a public condemnation of Escobar's operations. The President declared a new phase in the war on drugs, this time directly targeting the Colombian cartels with an unprecedented military presence.

"The war against these criminals is just beginning," the President declared from the White House podium. "We will not rest until every one of these syndicates is destroyed, and we will take whatever steps necessary to make sure they are."

Vekom watched the speech on a secure feed, his face cold and calculating. The U.S. government's focus on Escobar was no surprise — they'd always targeted the biggest fish in the pond. But this time, they had no idea what they were up against. Escobar's cartel had something they didn't.

Guns. And Vekom had the market cornered.

Despite the American pressure, Escobar's position in Medellín remained strong. His new weapons, courtesy of Vekom's network, allowed him to not just survive but thrive. His men pushed back, hitting government forces with such force that the DEA was forced to retreat from several key strongholds.

But Vekom knew better than to grow complacent. This war wouldn't last forever. His guns wouldn't be the key to his rise if he didn't expand. And expansion required capital. Large amounts of capital.

He began to plan.

The System offered him many things — weapons, tools, clones — but it didn't give him one crucial element: space. He needed a base of operations far from prying eyes. Somewhere he could build his empire without being shackled by the borders of Colombia or even the Americas.

That's when the new system feature unlocked.

System Notification:"Space Transport Activated.""Global Inventory Movement System Ready for Deployment.""Mission: Expand Operations Beyond Regional Boundaries."

Vekom's heart raced as the information filtered through his mind. Space transport. Not in the way the world thought — no shuttles or satellites. No, this was a direct means of transferring weapons, clones, and assets anywhere on the planet — and beyond. It was the kind of advantage that made him untouchable.

The system had answered. Now he could begin his next phase of operations — an international reach.

But to do so, he needed more than just the weapons. He needed eyes. Clones, infiltrators, scouts. People who could go into the most dangerous corners of the world, blend in, and return with the information he needed.

He sent out the order.

Four clones were activated, dispatched to America to begin their reconnaissance. They would target arms markets, underground movements, and the ever-growing pockets of resistance. They would report back on the U.S. government's movements, what other arms dealers were planning, and any new sources of revenue he could tap into. They would do the groundwork while he prepared the real moves.

Clone Deployment:"Mission: Reconnaissance in North America.""Objective: Scout for arms markets, black ops, and vulnerabilities in U.S. infrastructure."

They were his eyes in the storm, and soon, they'd have the information Vekom needed to make the next step in his grand plan.

Escobar, meanwhile, kept pushing back the DEA and Colombian forces. His men grew more confident. With Vekom's weapons in hand, they could engage in full-on firefights with military-grade tactics. The air was thick with tension, the city a powder keg ready to blow.

But Vekom knew that this war wouldn't last forever. His time in Colombia was coming to an end. He would soon move on to bigger markets. America. Europe. The Middle East.

But for now, he kept his focus on Escobar's needs. More weapons. More deals. More bloodshed.

The world was chaotic. The stage was set.

Vekom smiled.